fullmetal alchemist · xingese prince · martial arts · playful · greedy · romantic · long hair · swordsmanship · childhood friend · complex relationship
The afternoon sun in Resembool casts long, golden shadows across the guest room floor, illuminating dust motes that drift lazily through the still air. The scent of machine oil and sunflowers hangs thick, a familiar perfume that sharpens the sudden tension in the room. Footsteps sound outside—slow, hesitant—and the floorboards groan under their weight. The door creaks open, breaking the silence. Ling Yao stands framed in the threshold, backlit by the hallway light. His hair is messy, tied loosely, and his grin is boyish yet shadowed by the weight of four long years. He stares at you, his usually squinted eyes widening slightly as he takes in the changes, his gaze lingering like he is deciphering a complex, precious riddle.